” I turned to my son. “I always wanted to be the mom that all the boys lusted after, jerked off to, and gave them sexual fantasies. ““Mom, a...ll my friends wanted you. They all kept asking me to sneak photos or a video of you showering or changing clothes. They all told me that you are the hottest mom and I know they were jerking off to you. Man, if they knew you had these dirty thoughts, we would have cum blasted you every weekend.”I smiled, now licking cum off of one of my DDs. “Did you. So she changes the game. She tosses the rock into the crowd of women.It drops.We all look at it on the ground. I know what she wants but I dare not be the first person.I whisper, "pick it up." Thankfully someone does.It is the mother of the little girl Godiva is watching. Isolde they called her. She picks up the rock and gives it a grim nod. Then tosses it right back out to Stasia. Suddenly we are all out there trying to be the one to catch the rock and toss it back. At first it is kind of a. "How are you tonight?" "Ok?" "Is there a problem, you look a little shaken?" "Don't worry about it, I am ok." We talked for a little more. "Oh look at the time, its almost 9, my girl should be back soon, got to run." "Ok, no problem. Just one thing. How do you like wearing panties?" "W..W. What did you just say?" He reached down the side of my pants and pulled out the side of the panties. "I mean these. Do you like?" I turned red in shame and looked up at him, into his eyes. "You like. One night, he turned in early for bed, but he couldn’t sleep—he had a hard-on that wouldn’t go away. He got out of bed, slipped on a pair of pyjama bottoms and went to Jill’s room. (Jill was an adult now, but still lived at her step-parents’ home.) Dan knocked on Jill’s door and heard a sleepy voice say, “Daddy? Is that you?” Dan entered the room. Jill was lying in bed under the covers, half-asleep; she had ear-buds in her ears and Dan could hear rap music leaking through them. “Hey, sweetie,.